Mission 4 - Part 2 - Ground Battle

[z]

Rakath V'keelaii, Alliance unknown

Rakath grunted feeling the spear enter the crevasse between his shoulder and his back plate. Purple blood began to drip from his shoulder. But it was not that bad. He would live.

When Til changed to the different comm channel and spoke to him, Rakath stopped and turned to look at him, fading back into sight Rakath sheathed his sword and knife and crossed his arms across his chest in an X and bowed.

Before he walked off he stopped, looking back to Til he took a few steps towards the other Elite and grabbed on his slightly longer Curveblade and held it in his hand for a moment before tossing it through the air to til. "And may they guide you as well..."

Turning, Rakath vanished from sight once again.

He needed to get away form the Covenant... Off the planet...

How was he going to get out of this one...?

He didn't even have to look back to know the flicker of camo of his two most faithful squadmates, leaveing their old lives with him...

Kallmee and Renmee..

"You do not have to do this... I hope you know this, you two..."

He felt a hand grip his shoulder and then heard Renmee speak. "Till the end, Brother... Till the end..."

"We need to get to the Control Room, shut off the things holding the Covenant here. then maybe we can board a Phantom, get to one of the ships orbiting and acquire Slipspace worthy transport..."

[tincanhitman]

MimYap
Special operator
Planet Side


He watched as Rakath disappeared, not knowing what to do...

"Don't run you coward! Submit to the Sangheili and beg for forgiveness" the voice hissed, MimYap cringed and activated his cloaking. He was not about to let this stupid voice.

He dropped unto all fours, and ran, heading around the corridor, knowing that he could meet up with Rakath.

"Little Boss, WAIT!" came LumLums voice from behind him.

"Go back for her, you know you cant leave her there alone...to die!" the voice said again, bouncing off the walls of his mind.

He turned.

"Leave LumLum! Me leaving, you no come..." he said deactivating his camo and walking backwards.

"Me want to come with you...where you go Little Boss?" she asked walking to catch up with him.

"Me leave...you no come..." he said patting her little head.

"You...You come back for LumLum right?"

"Me....me come back..." he said, choking on the last part.

"TELL HER YOUR A LIAR MIMYAP!" the voice said roaring back into his mind.

"Shut up stupid voice get out of my head!" he screeched grabbing his head and shaking himself.

"Little Boss..." she asked reaching out to touch him, but at her touch he cringed.

"Run LumLum...run..." he said, looking at her and running, he turned ,reaching a forest of columns, giving her one last look, before leaving her behind forever...

He then tore forward through the columes trying to catch up ro Rakath. He finally caught glimpse of the towering sangheili, he sprinted faster, catching up to him.

"I'm...*wheeze* I'm hear to help..." he said speaking like he had learned from the sangheili.

[Huka]

The strix flew over the trees and saw a treetop topple as its silent master sheathed his sword. Screeching its presence, it made its landing onto his shoulder, and received a petting. Therus smiled evilly before howling. Then a dozen of his feral Unggoy charged through the forest, searching for their master's prey.

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Rakath V'keelaii, Alliance Unknown

He smiled at MimYap following them and shut off his own Camo. "MimYap... Are you sure?" He asked, kneeling down. "You can have a much better life int the Covenant.. Even if the higher races treat you badly... You have your Lance... Are you sure?"

After getting the response Rakath gave a simple nod, whether it was a yes or no, and if MimYap chose to follow he motioned all of the new found allied to follow him.

"Rakath... How do you know we are going the right way?" Renmee asked. Rakath simply chuckled and pointed up at a fresh batch of Sentinels flying overhead.
"They have to be coming from somewhere... And that somewhere may be a control room... Or something important at least... Now, we must make haste... The Covenant will be on to us soon as well..."

Rakath then drew his Energy sword and vanished into camo, moving in slow jog so MimYap could keep up.

Lucy Grey... Running from Sentinels

"MOVE LUNAR ! MOVE MOVE MOVE" she yelled out pointing in the area Isin designated to her. "We need to get away from them, NOW."

Each of Lunar needed to move in a sprint, get away from them.

Lasers rained down on them, and Alex took one through the back.

"ALEX!" Anders yelled, running over and putting Alex's arm around his neck. Jackson then went to help and the two combined lifted Alex up and they ran... Ran ran ran... Lucy ran faster than she knew she could actually. Her legs his the ground with loud clicks.

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Upon arriving at the UNSC base camp, the Sentinels began to dispersed.

Moving into the UNSCs bubble Lucy yelled out "MEDIC! We need a Medic!"

Jackson and Anders then set Alex down and removed his helmet. He didn't look too good. He was pale, and blood was leaking form his nose.

"Alex... Dammit don't you dare die!" Lucy said slapping him as hard as she could.

Anders then rolled Alex over on his side to see his back... the blast had torn right through his armor like butter. "Alex... can you move your leg at all?" He asked

"N-no..." Alex said,weakly.

"I dont have the supplies for this!" Ander said. "I think the blast wen right through his back.... Maybe his spine..." Ander said. "WHERES THE FUCKING MEDIC?! WE CANT DO THIS!"

"I-I'm going to die aren't I..?" Alex asked... just then, all of Lunar fell silent and Lucy rested her head in her hands. One of her friends was dying... It was like a punch to the face...

"GET THE FUCKING MEDIC OVER HERE NOW!" Anders yelled out... Though they all knew it was no use....

[Wax™]

Captain Travis Jenkins (O-3)
First Force Recon; Able Company
Shield World Surface (Inside)

Jenkins rushed out of the structure, hearing a man was wounded, he stepped out of the Forerunner hallway and looked left and right looking for the wounded man, he then saw him laying down on the grass, his team mates accompaning him, Jenkins rushed towards the wounded ODST a team of Naval and Marine medical staff behind him, about seven of them considering this was the first wounded and critically injured at that.

"Get that man on a stretcher!"

Jenkins said pointing at the ODST, a few seconds later the medics would have barged in moved the OK ODST's out of the way and lifted the wounded man on a stretcher before rushing him inside, Jenkins was close behind walking behind the medical staff in a speed walk, all the way down the spiraling ramp-way to the second floor and into the Medical Bay, the Medical bay was filled with hopsital beds, plasma units, pulse indicators and dividers, they had the lot here.

"Put him on the bed" One of the doctors said.

They moved the ODST onto one of the operation beds then looked at eachother.

"Ok get ready to flip him..." One said gripping his right arm, the rest grabbing sperate limbs. "... Three, two, one, flip!"

They all flipped him at the same time so he was on his stomach and his back was facing the Forerunner roof, the Doctors and medics all rushed around the place grabbing scaples, tongs, drainage pipes, plasma and needles, the whole shabang.

"Gimmie that plasma!"

One doctor said, grabbing the bag of white liquid, attached to the bag was a clear white pipe with a needle on the end which the doctor put into the patients arm, he then hooked it to a metal hook and moved in with two other nurses, they passed one another tools and objects to stop the bleeding.

"Pipe..."

One said, taking the pipe and sucking out the blood that was abscuring their view.

"Tongs..."

"Morphine... Plasma, Pipe, Tongs"

It was a cross word puzzle of random words in which the doctors continue to say, eventually they managed to slow down the bleeding with their manual tools before they sealed him up with BIO-FOAM, the Doctors who did the quick operation that lasted five minutes all gathered around Captain Jenkins and began to talk to him and each other, the other ODST's forced to wait away from Alex, as they talked about his condition.

"I could not see shit in there, he was bleeding too fast to do anything major, as soon as we sucked some blood out some more took it's place, we have him stable, but if we don't act majorly in the next twenty four hours, I am not going to tell you how long this guy has left"

Jenkins sighed.

"Can they see him now?"

"Sure Captain bring them in"

Jenkins straightened himself out and walked over to another area of the field hospital to look at the team of ODST's lead by Gunnery Sergeant Lucy 'Z' Grey

"You can see him... Keep him on his stomach though"

As Jenkins said that he sighed and walked out of the field hospital, as he did ONI personnel had just walked into the Field Command Centre down stairs a couple of floors just under the armory, Jenkins sighed once more and climbed to the top of the ramp and walked back out of the structure, outside was a cluster of tanks formed up in one big line, and Warthogs patroling the perimiter with falcons and Arilltery operators setting up artillery including the MINI-MAC Arty Cannon, this was insane.

[kel]

Kel and Zhal moved quickly, taking only a moment to scan a room of corridor before moving through. They had finally found a ramp down tot he next level, and thought they were figuring out the system of the structure's layout. It was a mess.

"Only one more level!" Kel exclaimed. She was quickly pulled by the arm away from the cliff to continue their sprint down to the next level.


--Ruk--

"You really shouldn't rip it out. But if you must, apply pressure enough to stop the bleeding." Ruk left Kag's side to scrounge around for something to wrap around the wound.

A couple knocks sounded at a door, making Ruk freeze. Listening carefully, he managed to pinpoint the source of the following knocks. "The pilot." He moved over to the door, and tried to pry it open. Slowly and surely, the door was pried open, and the pilot climbed out into the openness of the ship.

"Thank you, brother." A Sanghieli said, clambering around in the darkness. "Is someone injured? I smell blood."

Ruk stepped around him, and pushed on the door, managing to push it open a crack to let light in. The sanghieli pilot looked around the cabin for a moment and sighed. His brethren were not with him. "I agree, Kig-Yar. We need to open the doors. I'll see if I can restore enough power to open them. I don't think we could do it manually."

[tincanhitman]

MimYap
Heretic
Planet side

"I...I must go..." he said following Rakath.

Traitor...your a liar MimYap, you aren't coming back for her are you? The voice said, trying to get him mad.

"Shut up, I know what i'm doing!" he said hissing into his shoulder. He looked up at Rakath again

"Yes i have to go...there is nothing for me..." he said. He then began to following Rakath. He watched as the flock of sentinels flew over thead. "We better be careful...they aren't going to be easy to kill..."

[milostsamis]

Jake Rotan

Jake was still resting against the wall, even dozing off slightly, when he heard yelling from down below. He looked outside to see some of his company loading an ODST up onto a stretcher. Even from here, he could see the smoke wafting up from the man's burnt flesh, and the blood that was pouring out of the wound. Jake was certain that the man wouldn't make it through. It was obvious that one of those sentinels had done this. Jake hadn't seen a sentinel do that much damage to anyone yet, though. They must have been using stronger lasers, or just finally hit something vital. Either way, this man was dying. Jake knew it, and the ODST probably knew it too.

Jake hadn't even taken notice of the four ODSTs that were standing a short distance away from the wounded man. The man's team, obviously. It must be hard for them too, awful even. He saw one of them, a female, put her head down into her hands. The others stood fast, although it was obvious that they were just as broken down as the woman. One of them gave a large shudder. It was impossible to hide all feelings. Looking beside him, he saw that Michelle was watching them too. Her lips were bent into a frown, and her brows were furrowed. She was thinking the same thing as Jake was. This place fucking sucked. "I can't wait until we get out of here.." Jake said quietly, and Michelle silently nodded he assent.
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Mattie Stroud

Mattie had stayed back a slight bit as his team ran for the structure. He fired the SMG at the nearest sentinel, enough to bring down its shields before he had to turn and run. It had eaten at least half his clip just to take down the shielding, and he was sure it would have taken more to penetrate the metallic shell. He held the SMG in one hand as he pumped his arms to run faster and faster. Sweat ran down his face, his legs hurt, and he felt slightly dizzy. His feet made soft thuds on the grass beneath his feet as he made his way to the structure, his team just ahead of him. He was certain they'd come back for him if he were hit. They would never leave their teammate behind to die. He'd been with them for four years now, and he could still remember the mission where he had been introduced to them. But Mattie learned quickly that he wasn't the one who had to worry about being left behind.

They were so close to the structure, he could almost taste it. Of course, that's when Alex took the laser in the back. Anders and Jackson were there to help him almost immediately, and Mattie was right behind them, firing back at the sentinels again, trying to draw their fire away from his friends. It worked. The beams began to be more targeted towards him, although they still fired at the entire squad. Mattie grunted as one of the beams cut into the side of his arm, about half an inch deep, four inches wide of a gap of flesh missing. Blood swelled from the wound, but it was nowhere near a fatal blow, and Alex was in much worse shape. He dumped out his empty clip and slammed another home as they reached the structure and the marines waiting for them opened fire on the sentinels.

The enemies were quickly dealt with and they could focus entirely on the need at hand. Alex. Marine medics hefted him up onto a medic, as Lucy slapped him and demanded that he didn't die on her. On any of them. All of Lunar was a family, and they were losing a brother, for Anders, that was a literal statement. Then Mattie realized that it was a literal statement for all of them, just more so for Anders. Mattie stood rock steady, staring at his wounded comrade, and watched as the medics took their sweet ass time to fix him up enough for Lunar to see him. Lucy and Anders went first, followed by Mattie and Jackson. They all stood around him, silently. Then Mattie spoke, "Alex.. I.. I'm sorry.. I tried to get them to shoot at me.. I didn't want this to happen.." Mattie said, letting the words flow out of his mouth before he was even fully aware of what he was saying. Then he realized he was blaming himself, and he was fine with that.

He listened as Lucy, Anders, Jackson, and Alex all spoke with one another, but Mattie couldn't say anything more. He felt the weight of his friends death on his shoulders, as heavy a burden as the sky itself. He was tongue-tied, and quite terrified. A single tear escaped his eyes and ran down his cheek, hidden by his helmet. Another great reason to never take the thing off. He watched silently, his head constantly dropping to the ground, not capable of looking at Alex for more than a couple seconds at a time.

He was the newest member of Lunar too. Only been around for four years. He wasn't even sure how long the others had been together, much longer than he had been around. It must have been awful for them, especially Anders. Something clicked in his mind, something about newest additions... Then he remembered that Coxy was still out there, probably all alone. He glanced at Alex again, and shuddered. He was patched up, but only temporarily. The medics still needed to do a more major operation. He didn't want to see Coxy in the same state, or worse.

He approached Z slowly, and put his hand gently on her shoulder. "Lucy.." he said, using her real name. "What about Coxy? He still isn't here and we haven't heard from him. Should we go search for him? I don't... want to see him end up like Alex.." the last sentence took a great deal of effort from him. He still blamed himself.

[Deleted]

Flight Captain James Fawley

"Raptor Actual, your request for a replacement Vulture has been granted. Echo Four is now Raptor Two Two, over? A voice said, the HUD in front of the Captain changed, the voice was from the Vulture pilot.

Did he actually get accepted from the Arizona to do so?, The Captain though, but then his radio cracked to life.

"Captain. UNSC Arizona here. You've been granted an additional wingman. As our only current Vulture air support out right now, we want to keep the air superiority for right now." A COOMS Officer spoke into the microphone. The HUD identified the voice as a female Lieutenant on the Arizona, a member of the bridge crew.

A few minutes later, the second Vulture hit the deck, and the radio sputtered to life again. "Capt'n. We are ready to go."

The Captain signed, he couldn't see the second Vulture out his window. His tactical display screen map expanded thanks to the areal view the Arizona had, and scanned the area for the FOF (Friend Or Foe) tags, and they were spotted.

"Ahh, I got you now. We'll touch down right next to you, we've got to rearm anyways." The Captain replied, pushing the throttle forward.

The Vulture noised down, hovered over the dirt and slowly made contact with the surface of the planet, it's landing fins absorbing almost nothing with how soft the landing was.


The Captain rotated the autocannons, "Check" He said, as he put the safeties on the deadly weapon.

A group of Marines rounded a rock, and stopped, locking eyes at the two large Areal Artillery landed.

The Captain keyed the UNSC GROUND channel set up before deployment. "Troopers, Raptor Two-One and Two-Two are at the landing zone, requesting rearm."

His comm cracked to life again. "Capt'n, I don't need a rearm, sir.", the Raptor Two-Two pilot said.

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Kag... "I"M STUCK IN A PHANTOM"

Seeing the Elite and Ruk talking for a moment, Kag eyed the doors, then looked down at the two plasma grenades he had taken from the ship with him. "I am bleeding a bit, but otherwise I am fine..."

"Would these blow them open?" Kag asked, taking both grenades form his belt and holding them in each of his hands.

Rakath V'keelaii... Heretic, Heading in Direction of Possible Control room

Nodding to MimYap and his brothers following he stayed in camo, out of sight out of mind. "We should stay as ghosts... The Covenant will be after us... and less enemies we have, Human, Covenant, or the Artifacts."

After MimYap stated it would not be an easy fight, Renmee spoke. "That may be so... But they cannot fight what they cannot see..."

"We are Special Operations. The best of the best." Kallmee said quietly.

"But we still bleed, Kallmee." Rakath said, and the two Elites fell silent.

Alex Summers... Dealing with her dysfunctional squad

She simply growled again at Raul's comments.

Lewis rolled his eyes under his helmet.

"This is where i let you off, Green" The pilot said.

Alex was the first up and out of the Pelican, leaping from the bay and landing in a crouch, Clay and Raul landing with her.

Standing, seeing no hostiles she just started walking quietly. Heading for the UNSC base quietly.

Lucy Grey... "Dead man on my hands"

"You think he is gonna make it?" Jackson asked, his helmet on his knee and his hands balled up on his forehead.

Lucy remained quiet, her head resting in her heads, her black hair falling over her shoulders. It was times like this she needed Jason, or the kids, or her family to tell her it was alright. But now was not a good time for that.

Lucy had never considered how she would feel if one of her men died...

Then Mattie spoke to her.

She listened, but didnt respond for a moment. "Cox is a tough kid, Mattie. Tougher than you, tougher than Jackson.... Than all of us. If anyone can survive out there its im. He'll be bound to come across Marines sooner or later, or he can pop a flare and get the attention of a passing drop ship.

Then the Captain came and cut her train of thought.

Nodding to the Captain, Lucy and Anders were the first to stand. Alex was knocked out on the stretcher. He still didnt look good, but the meds looked like they had patched his back up somewhat.

She sighed and sat cross legged next to the stretcher for a moment before putting he rhelmet on. "Cox... I know you can't talk but, if you can hear me.. Might as well give you an update. We are at the base... Coordinates are...." she stopped and looked at Anders, he gave her the sequence of numbers, which she then relayed to Cox.

"Alex.... Took a hard hit. if we dont get out soon, he's going to die..."

"Cox, get back here soon and do not die... I dont want two dead men on my hands."

[Wax™]

Private Dean 'Coxy' Cox
Reaper Platoon: Lunar Squad
Surface Inside Shield-World

"Cox... I know you can't talk but, if you can hear me.. Might as well give you an update. We are at the base... Coordinates are...." Coordinates relayed on Cox's MINI-TAC-PAD on his left wrist/arm. "Alex.... Took a hard hit. if we dont get out soon, he's going to die... Cox, get back here soon and do not die... I dont want two dead men on my hands." The message was unable to play in Cox's helmet becuase it was fried, instead it relayed on his MINI-TAC-PAD with the coordinates.

Cox stopped running and he holstered his pistol, he had been split apart from the team for a good half an hour though but his mission clock was a quarted of a day in, Cox's heart seemed to sink, but other than that, he felt nothing, no tears, no gasps, not even a gesture looking to the ground, he just stood there silent, and alone.

Alex... Not Alex.

He though before looking to his MINI-TAC-PAD, he tapped a few of the buttons on it tracking the coordinates, when he crashed he was running the wrong way, but he was now heading in the right direction, but he was now going in the right direction, but he was ten miles away, that would be at least four hours walk, two and a half hours jog, one and a half hours sprint, it would take too long, he would have to take breaks sipping hom his canteen and walking between jogs, which would take about three and a half hours.

Cox just sighed, took his sniper from his back, strapped it around his front so it was easier to grab and use before he broke into a small jog, he wondered if Rakath was following him or any of the other Elites or Covenant, he wondered if even the Sentinels were after him, but he could not be sure, Cox just continued to run, thinking that if Rakath was following him he would have caught up by now.

Cox stopped ten minutes into his run and hid behind three boulders that formed a small natual shelter, while he was resting he took a drink from his canteen drinking about 10 ml before sliding it back into his pack, he sighed and rested his head back, closing his eye's, he was still practically covered in dust from when the Marine Bowers sprayed him with the Warthog.

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Rakath V'keelaii, Heretic, Following the Silent Imp

Seeing the human that had ran ahead of them, Rakath motioned his followers to speed up.
Bending down, Kallmee lifted MimYap up and tossed the grunst arm around his neck so the smaller being could keep up.

They were maybe a few feet behind the ODST in a few seconds, and when he stopped, Rakath entered the cave-like formation and sat down on the edge.

Renmee and Kallmee followed his examples of coming from camo. as long as Rakath trusted the human, they did.

Setting Mimyap down, Kallmee rolled his shoulder in a full rotation and sighed.

"So... Dean. Where do you plan to go?" Rakath asked, holding up a hand as he said it in a human-like gesture. "I am willing to come if it will help your comrades, as will my men, and MimYap..." he then laughed a bit. "What a rebellion I have formed.."

[Wax™]

Private Dean 'Coxy' Cox
Reaper Platoon: Lunar Squad
Surface Inside Shield-World

Cox jumped as Rakath appeared out of the blue, Cox sighed and pushed himself up, he then walked ten meters away before turning back to Rakath, he then sighed and walked over to Rakath lifting a hand to grip the Elites face plate before dragging his head up to face the UNSC ships ten miles away, he then pointed to them after letting go of the helmet, once he let go he grabbed his sniper, he wanted to speak but not matter how hard he tried he never could.

Cox began to walk away from Rakath and his small band of Covenant warriors, not bothered about making it on time anymore, he walked about 100 meters before stopping to turn around, seeing that Rakath and the other Covenant Aliens were following, he wanted to break into a run but then he looked to the Grunt, would it be able to keep up with it's stubby legs and little waddle, he looked to his MINI-TAC-PAD he forgot his therapist installed a communications program where you type and it speaks for you, so he punched in a few words, a few seconds later the TAC-PAD spoke on his behalf.

'Can gas-sucker run?'

It spoke in a computery voice.

[hollowsaber]

Darek-090 Gold Team Bravo Squad Armory within FOB

Darek stood next to the weapon racks, gliding his fingers slowly over the metal body of his battle rifle, letting his mind flow as smoothly as the surface of the weapon. The SPARTAN stood, frozen in thought as he stared down at the rifle. His body was leaned against the wall in his MJOLNIR armor, one foot bent back with his foot against the wall, but his mind was in a much different place. He was thinking not of the present, but what had happened earlier...

He and his fellow SPARTAN, Darius, were placed onto the UNSCS Titan, with the expectation of meeting up with the UNSCS Ares before the operation. Though, complications had risen with their cryo-pods. They weren’t able to wake up from the frozen sleep until after the others had left. Now, Darek and Darius were placed dirt-side in their place to find out what the hell was going on, and to support the Marines.

These, Sentinels, that had attacked the UNSC and the Covenant together seemed to come out of no where. Who would’ve known a planet could hold such a secret inside. It surely caught Darek off guard, as well as every other person who was probably in the system. Yet, they would only be a bump in the road. They would get the job done, and just like the other team had done, complete the objective.

The SPARTAN woke from his open-eyed slumber and pushed off the wall. He walked carefully over to the weapon rack on his right and checked over the weapons again. The battle rifle was Darek’s favorite weapon, but today he may need something more... violent. Attaching the weapon to his back, Darek pulled a shotgun off the rack and checked around it for the kinds of shells around. Shrapnel birdshots, slugs, incendiary slugs, and there was even a small grenade-slug. The weapon was almost to violent for Darek’s tastes, so he racked it again.

Instead, he moved back to the rifles. Darek put several extra clips of armor-piercing rounds for his battle rifle into his tactical pouches, then noted how many he had on his TAC-PAD. He walked to the pistols and immediately found the other lovely toy... The M6G. A .50 caliber, high-explosive pistol, capable of blowing away almost any target. It was a beautiful side-arm to have, and every chance Darek was able, he locked one onto his hip. He’d not pass this chance up either, and quickly pulled the magnum from the rack. A quick look over it’s condition reassured the SPARTAN, then it was clipped into the holster on his left thigh.

“Darius.” Darek looked around for the other SPARTAN as he accessed his TAC-PAD without looking.
“Hurry up with your weapons and gear. I want to get up top as quick as possible.” Darek moved his eyes down to his pad and glazed them over the mission details that had been provided, as well as information that was being fed to him about the Sentinels. There was little data besides what was coming in now from above.

The machines were amazing, and Darek bit his lip to hold back the thought of taking one back with him to ONI. Maybe he’d disable one and send it back if the chance presented itself. Until then, he would have to be wary of their presence. Fast, nimble, lasers of death for eyes, and shields capable of withstanding explosives and high-velocity rounds. A formidable foe they were, but Darek would find a way to beat them... Even if he had to use brute force.

[Huka]

Walking back into the forest with Rakath's blade in hand, Til felt conflicted in what just happened. The path of the Covenant...he never had any personal conflict of killing. It was the way of thing. He didn't had much time to think about things, because he felt a rumbling along the ground.

"Major Domo." A voice said in his head. Just realizing who it was, Til clicked on his comlink, "What is it, Major?" He asked.

"We have lost contact with you some time ago," The Major said, "Is there something wrong?"

Looking at his new weapon, Til closed his eyes, and replied quietly, "No, Major. I just had some contact with some Sentinels. I have...taken care of them. How close are you to the structure?" He asked.

"We are appro-wait a moment." The Major said. Then Til heard something over the channel. "Major Domo, there is a herd of Unggoy! L'sae get out the way, leave th-Gr!" The Major roared over the com. "Major!Major!" Til called but everything went to static.

"Wyrm blood!" Til cursed before sprinting with all of his speed into the forest.

[Spartan 999]

Special Operations Officer Sorsa Xirsasai

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Sorsa kicked the remains of the last Sentinel down the sharp slope, relishing the sound of metal sparking against rocks and trees. Intervention had ambushed and subsequently annihilated a large squadron of the Forerunner machines. There were no losses on the Special Operator's side, and only the occasional burn scar gave evidence to the quick battle.

"We move." Sorsa growled, raising a hand to point at the top of the hill before them. The plan was to get a nice view of the surrounding area, then go on from there in their hunt for the control room.

With a ripple, Intervention creche faded from view; all that remained were fast moving shimmers in the air.

[Huka]

Major 'Urudee

'Urudee fired his needle pistols into a deadly hail but the tusked Unggoy was too fast and everywhere, whilst most ran through to where every they were going, other stayed to attack the lance.

Kicking one of the savages between the tusks, the thing kept moving forward. Moving on a wounded leg, 'Urudee felt backwards, and had the unfornatune pleasure to have the insane thing pierce its tusks into his gut.

Groaning as he was force to relinquish his weapons and push against the snarling Unggoy. "Blasted thing, I command you to stop!" 'Urudee howled as it continued on.

Then a long needle pierced into the side of its head and exploded, killing the beast.

Pushing the corspe off of him, he saw Igri reloading his needler, and trip a charging renegade. "Blasted disgrace." He hissed under his mask and tried to hold the wild thing down as he fired half a clip into its throat.

Sufang and the Kig-yar remained perched on a tall tree to avoid being trampled by the wild Unggoy and fired with focus and needle rifles, keeping them from approaching the plasma pistol-wielding Unggoy.

Reeg was nearly killed as one of his mad brethern sliced his armor as it bypassed him but with the intervence of Sufang, he lived for now.

They were overwhelmed and was starting to lose ammunition. Already a few members of Urudee's lance was dead, savagely cleaved and taken away by the renegade.

Not too far, Skor and his file was fighting for their lives, more seperate and less armed than the main group.

A Unggoy lunged at the bloodied Minor, but he viciously slammed his plasma rifle into its skull. Snarling, he looked at the circling beasts, and ordered his Unggoy to stay close at his side, all weapons out and ready.

Slowly pulling out his curveknife, Skor's eyes looked for a weakness, and possibly even a escape route.

The second his eye looked at one, another lunged at him. Too slow to catch its approach, Skor felt nothing but disappointment, but it disappeared from his sight.

"What?" He asked and looked, with everyone, that the Unggoy was pinning in midair, coughing to death with a long, and familiar, spear ebbed in its throat.

Then a horrible roar rang into their ears and it even caught the rest of the lance's attention for a moment.

Skor turned to see his mentor in midair with curveblades in both hands. "Mentor!" He cried in excitement.

The rabid Unggoy looked up to see the flying Sangheili but too late to save one unfornatune Unggoy from having its head smashed underneath one of his boots and two others from his blades.

Grabbing one of the surprised Unggoy by the face, Til picked it up with ease, and slammed it into another's tusks.

Finally finding their initative, the rabid Unggoy attacked the newcomer, but he vanished from their sight before the closest's tusks could touch him.

Confused, it looked around before one of the curveblades left its resting place and stabbed itself between its eyes.

"Skor, kill them all!" Til's voice ordered and the amazed Sangheili finally attacked with his file, seeing the spear retracting and disappearing in the corner of his eye.

'Udentee grabbed a nearby plasma rifle and continued to fight, despite his grevious wounds. A couple fell to his attacks but his aim started to mess up with wavering sight.

He was losing too much blood.

Then a Unggoy turned its head on him, breathing irregular and saliva sipping from its mask. Knowing his weakness, it slowly approached him. Even though death is a grave possibility, 'Udentee refused to be killed by a Unggoy by all things.

Firing his rifle, he missed most of the shot, but was able to score a few hits before it overheated, however the mad thing still moved, eyes gleaming evil.

"What a dishonorable way to die..." 'Udentee said to himself.

When the end was near, the Unggoy suddenly fell to the ground with a gasp. Blue blood started to pool around the corspe and quickened when the body spasmed and twitched.

Surprised, he watched as a spear materialized from between the Unggoy's methane tanks, and slither up to a decloaking stealth trooper. No, it was Til.

Placing a foot on the body, the Major Domo ripped his spear from it, and looked at the battle before him.

A mad Unggoy came charging to his side, but he unholstered his plasma pistol, and shot four green bolts between its eyes, allowing the body to slide to his feet.

"Warriors of the Covenant, do not falter in my eyes! Slay these abominations that dare to strike at us with no love or mercy!" He ordered as his soldiers started to notice his appearance; tall, broad-shouldered, and pulsing a certain aura that sent their hearts into a flight.

With their true leader having returned, the lance fought harder with renewed energy, weeding out their enemy.

The captive human, bond at the wrist, was at a corner, unable to properly fight off his opponent, especially when he is on the ground without no weapons to protect himself and his wounds from being a shield is still a pain.

"Help!" He cried.

Before the Unggoy could strike for the kill, Sufang fell from his perch, landing on top of the Unggoy, putting it on its belly, grabbed its head with both hands, and snapped it.

[kuran]

Petty Officer Darius-074
Gold Team Bravo Squad
FOB Armoury

Darius had similar tastes in weaponry to his comrade. A standard issue shotgun was loaded with scattershot, additional red-rimmed cartridges placed on his belt. An Ma5b Assault rifle, while not his first choice, would come in handy for medium-range engagements. His tomahawk, which was oddly enough of a standard issue pattern, rested on his thigh, in place of a pistol.

What was perhaps more interesting was Darius's pack. Gathering a rucksack from a pile near the rack, he quickly filled it with blocks of C-12, a can of C-7 foaming spray, and enough detonators to use it all. Preforming a quick check, he ensured that it was all secure in the pack and would pose no danger to himself or those nearby-unless they were the enemy.

He had risen from his rack minutes before, and his armor systems were almost done with their maintenance check. As the green "All systems operational" marker flashed on his HUD, he smiled slightly.

"I'm ready,Darius."

Heading out of the armory, he stopped for a moment and took a quick look around. There were many vehicles and troops milling around, but a parked warthog nearby stood out. Indicating the vehicle, he looked over his shoulder at the other SPARTAN.

"Seems like that could be useful, don't you think?"

[Wax™]

1st Lieutenant Matthew Eversmann
ONI Section ZERO: Team REVIVE.
Ground Side; UNSCS Field Command

Matthew walked out of the command room, at the very bottom of the Forerunner structure which was captured by Marine Captain Jenkins, Jenkins was holding his TAC-PAD and was tapping away on it, he stopped when he thought he heard a series of scratches and moans coming from down below, below the grating that sealed off a tunnel from the actual structure, Matthew walked ontop of it and looked down into the darkness, there was nothing there, just dark and dirty, Matthew shook his head before looking back to his TAC-PAD.

Matthew slid his TAC-PAD away and stepped back onto the ramp off the grating, he walked about five meters forward and a couple meters up and was now level with the make-shift armory that the UNSC and brought weapons into, Matthew walked inside just in time for a couple of SPARTAN-II's to walk out, by instinct Matthew frowned and clenched his fists, that should be him and his team inside thoes suits, but the SPARTAN-I project was only funded for augmentations, not MJOLNIR armor.

Matthew looked at the weapons laid and stacked about the room, he walked over to a certain rack and pulled off a BR55 Battle Rifle, strapping it around his chest, he then grabbed ten clips of ammo and stored them away, afterwards grabbing four frag grenades and two coloured smoke grenades, one blue and one green, after that he walked out and stopped to grab a M6F Handgun a handgun usually designed and made for officers in the Corps, Matthew took it and stored it away into his belt.

Matthew then stepped out of the armory and walked up and out of the structure, he looked around the structure and saw lines of tanks, Warthogs, and Falcons, he evens saw a couple of Sparrow Hawk's and a Vulture, Matthew shrugged but then stopped his gaze on two M12 "Warthog" FHAV's lined up one behind the other, Matthew smirked and walked up to the lead one and planted himself in the passenger seat, before linking into TEAMCOM with the rest of REVIVE.

"Team... This is Eversmann, get top side, we are heading out to the control room"

[Deleted]

Vice Admiral Klix

"Sir... I've found a friendly FoF tag well searching for Covenant activity on our thermal scans." The Ops officer informed.
"Friend or foe, hey?" The Admiral smirked back. "Is he alone." The Admiral added.

The Ops officer frowned, "No sir... He's got company. Right now it looks like he is unaware of the presence. They could be stalking him back to the UNSC base. Orders?"


The Admiral didn't even think twice. "I want a kill team on board the next pelican out of the Arizona, armed with shotguns, machine guns and assault rifles, not to mention infrared goggles."

"Orders away."

Flight Lieutenant Samatha Dexter (NPC)

"Ma'am, we are getting orders from the Arizona's bridge." The Co-Pilot turned and said, relaying the message through the ships comm.
"Delta Two-Seven, your flight plan has been changed as per Admiral's order. Please view, then verify you've received. UNSC Arizona out." The computerized voice said.

The woman opened up the pelican's information computer, and reviewed the new flight plan. Awkward, it was just to save a Marine separated from his squad. A easy mission, shouldn't be too hard.

The Crew Chief pulled into the canopy. "You won't believe what just boarded us." He said, hooking his thumb.
"No, I won't. But your going to tell me anyways." The Lieutenant replied, jokingly.
"Damn straight I am. Some serious boys just boarded our pelican, the whole lot. Armed to the teeth." The Crew-Chief nodded, walked out and closed the door behind him.

"UNSC Arizona, this is Delta Two-Seven, we read you five-by-five and are confirming the changed flight plan. Requesting permission to take off." The Lieutenant said into her comm.
"Granted Delta Two Seven, good hunting." The female comms officer on the bridge replied.

The Lieutenant gunned the pelicans thrusters and right out from the already open hatch, angled towards her new flight plan and dropped down towards the ground... Wouldn't be to long before she got to that marine.

----- 5 Minutes later -------

The Pelicans engines flared as the Lieutenant brought the pelican into a wide turn. The scans showed A LOT of extra heat... The marine was not alone. She pushed the throttle down and the pelican descended quickly.

She activated the maneuvering thrusters and angled the troop bay towards the anything but lonely Marine.

The fireteam from the back jumped out, from inside the pelican, the Lieutenant lowered the throttle, hovering slightly over the ground waiting for the noise of gunshots... But it never came.

[z]

Rakath V'keelaii.. "Following The Silent Imp"

When the ODST pointed out the ships, Rakath simply nodded. And when he bgan running, Rakath followed slowly, his men behind him. He was keeping a good pace so MimYap could keep up.

when Cox stopped and made his computer speak for him about MimYap Rakath looked back at Renmee who lifted MimYap up and threw the stubby beings arm around his neck, nodding to the ODST.

"We must stay out of sight, Dee-an... But we will support you if trouble comes." Rakath said, keeping up just behind the human.

Then came the ship and Rakath froze, as did his men.

And slowly each of them shut off their camo, and guns were aimmed.

Rakath's men drew their weapons, but he raised a hand and Renmee and Kallmee complied and set the ranged weaponry down, each of the Elites held their hands over their heads to show they were peaceful.

Looking back, Rakath spoke to his fellow Heretics. "Stay calm- each of you... Do not attack them unless you truly need to. There is a chance we can escape if they attack us..."

Looking to Dean, Rakath wondered it this was a trap...

Eden Lawrence, REVIVE 2

Matt came over the radio and she laughed.

The Warthog then came around a corner not far from the base and cam to a skid in front of them.

"Already here, boss!" she said, leaning on the gun, giving a yawn before turning her green and blue eyes under her Recon helmet and eye the two SPARTAN-ll's looking over the Marines and grumbled over the TEAMCOMM.

"Look at them flashing their fancy suits about.... Us "Lower Solders" get gear that protects us about as much as a Paper house covered in Gasoline would to a fire..." She muttered a few words under her breath and finally ended with a, "Fucking replacements to the real deals in my book..."

[tincanhitman]

MimYap
Free
PlanetSide

MimYap was about too drop on all fours when he was suddenly lifted on to the sangheili.

"AAAAAHHH" he yelled at first but soon quieted after he realized he wasn't about to be thrown against something sharp. He enjoyed the view of being tall, sliding his hand to his belt where HIS energy sword lay. He loved seeing all the pillars and he felt like a giant, soaring high over his known visual. He had never expected it to come to this, a human leading them and a elite calling him brother, a dream come true.

He began to giggle, until he was set down. He realized the time for thanks was not now and began to run on all fours, easily keeping up with Rakath.

Soon the ships approached and MimYaps gaze became steely, preparing himself for battle if necessary. He set his pistol at his feat, but stayed on all fours, ready to grab it if needed.

I warned you...

"Shut up!" he hissed into his shoulder trying not to seem as crazy.

[Wax™]

Private Dean 'Coxy' Cox
Task Force 77: Lunar Squad
Ground side inside the planet

Cox stopped as he heard the distinct sound of the rumbling engines of a UNSC Pelican Dropship, shit, he though, someone up there had been watching him, and if they were watching him, they were sure as hell watching the Covenant soldiers behind him as well, Cox watched as the Pelican got closer in a matter of seconds, pull off a full 180 degree turn and drop down onto it's belly.

Cox turned around to see Rakath and the rest of his team surrendering to the Heavily Armored marines that began to pile out of the back of the Pelican, there were six of them, a large fire team lead by a Sergeant, Cox turned and drew his pistol, lifting his leg and kicking one of the Marines that were approaching him down into the dirt before slamming a foot onto his chest, he then pointed his pistol at the rest of the marines who were now aiming their guns at him and Rakath.

"Stand down soldier!"

"Lower your weapon!"

"Put your hands in the air Helljumper!"

"STAND... THE FUCK.... DOWN!"

"LOWER THAT FUCKING WEAPON!"

All five men that were still standing held shotguns at Cox and all yelled at the same god damned time, Cox holstered his pistol and lifted his wrist up, he looked down at his wrist and tapped away at his MINI-TAC-PAD, twenty seconds passed and he finished tapping away, once he stopped an automated message played in a metallic and robotic voice.

'Hold your fire, these Covenant are different to the others, they saved me, and protected me from the floating spiders, I want to take him to the Admiral'

The marines continued to hold their weapons at him, non moving, they looked at one another and whispered through TEAM-COM a few seconds passed and they all nodded at one another before nodding to Cox, Cox smiled under his helmet and took his foot off the marine on the ground before rolling him to the rest of them, he then turned to Rakath and gestured him forward, Cox walked to the Pelican and jumped inside, sitting down in the seat closest to the pilots door, hoping Rakath would sit next to him.

The marines outside scanned the area and tended to their Sergeant who Cox dropped on his ass like a box of paper-clips, they then mounted the pelican and guarded the Aliens, the Pelican then took off and the pilot radioed in to the Admiral.

"Admiral Klix this is Delta-Two-Seven, we are en:route back to the USNCS Arizona with our boy down here, but you wont believe this, this ODST we found, picked up some Alien buddies and we are... Errr... Bringing them in for interrogation... Sir? How copy"

[hollowsaber]

Darek-090 Gold Team Bravo Squad FOB Area

Keeping a steady stride, Darek moved a few paces back from his fellow. His eyes were still glued to his TAC-PAD though. This forerunner world wasn’t known to be a shield world at all, nor were any anomalies detected by the Military AI that was here earlier. Tier One AIs usually had top notch systems, he was probably on a poorly equipped ship. Darek would notify Sec-III later.

As he walked, he caught sight of other soldiers moving in and out of the base. Those coming in were either hurt, hiding, or out of ammunition. Yet, one figure that stuck out was an ODST sitting by himself. Sniper rifle in his lap, and his helmet tilted down. The man must have had a rough day. Darek walked passed the trooper as quietly as possible, and kept pace with Darius.

The light from outside instantly forced Darek to polarize his visor. It wasn’t much, but in the dark he had turned the setting down all the way. The light stung his eyes some for a moment, but relief allowed him to see again. Marines were shuffling around all over the place as their orders flowed in. Warthogs rumbled, leaders roared, and life in the UN became much less stale. For a super-soldier, movement was the only way to keep from going insane. Though, Darek would much prefer being back on Earth then out here.

"Seems like that could be useful, don't you think?"

To his right, Darius pointed over to a Warthog. The vehicle was parked without anyone else around it, and was sitting there for the taking. Darek thought it over then around him at the rest of the soldiers. After a second or two, he looked back at the Warthog.

“We should find out where people are going first...” Darek glanced down at his T-P, and quickly switched over the small console. He tapped several times, then pulled up the ground-force roster.
“Says here that Captain Travis Jenkins and Captain Sierra Llyod lead some of the Marines we’ll be moving with. Captain Dylan Llyod is the leader of some Troopers as well.” Darek peeked up and looked around after recognizing another name that was on the leader roster. He kept that one to himself and just looked around for the man. The soldier hadn’t touched down yet, or he was still down below.


“See if you can’t find Llyod and see where the ODSTs are going. I’ll meet up with Jenkins and find out where they are heading. We’ll act as support for now until we get further orders.” Darek looked to Darius and nodded to him.

“I’ll be on the COM, let me know what you find out.” Darek patted the other SPARTAN on the back then moved off to find the location of the Marine Captain.

Major Salvatore Foely Task Force 77 Special Operations Platoon: Reaper Within ONI Command Center.

“Your orders are clear, correct?” The Agent spoke to the silhouette that stood on the other side of the room.

“Yes sir.”

“Keep with the others for now. If something happens, go with the plan.” The Agent shut off the screens that were up and plunged the room into complete darkness, but the sound of clicking shoes stilled echoed.
“The last few missions have been a success. Your platoon has made a name for itself within the higher-ups. Don’t let us down, Major.”

“Failure is never an option. Where’s Lunar? I haven’t gotten any word about that squad in a long time.”

“Lunar has been quite fine. They are still working their way up, but I think seeing a familiar face will spark their potential.” The Agent chuckled and patted the silhouette lightly.
“I’ll notify Grey, not sure if she’ll be to happy to see you again seeing as you left them back at Reach.”

“The mission was Top Secret, and you guys pulled the squad off the list. It was protocol.”

“You’ve changed my friend. You’ve changed much.” The Agent stepped from the room, but waited just outside for a moment.
“Try to keep details to a minimum. If things work-out, scrap what we talked about and continue with the others. Understood?”

“Understood.” A click hissed through the room as the silhouette pulled a helmet over its head.

“Good luck, Foely. I expect to hear from you soon.” The Agent shut the door and disappeared into the depths of the base.

Foely wasted no time, and left the room as well. Rifle in hand, the Major marched down the hall and pulled up his VISR, connecting to the rest of his Platoon. All of his squads showed green-acknowledgement lights. They were ready, as always, for war. Foely’s boots stomped loud down the empty hall as he approached the ramp leading up. He wanted to head out fast and get to the tip of the spear, but he had another objective first.

Out of the shadows up and down the hall, his ODSTs faded in and started to move behind him. An entire platoon seemed to just appear out of no where as the jet-black armored troopers moved into the light coming from the ramp. Soldiers were bustling about, but none of them were who he was looking for. A swift switch opened a COM to his Sergeant, and the rest of Lunar.

“Sergeant Grey.” Foely spoke calmly over the COM, pausing for a moment as he stepped out of the ramp onto the fresh ground of the planet.

“Where the hell are you?” Foely looked around the bustling base, then back at the rest of the platoon. Foely pointed to their convoy of APCs and Warthogs, motioning them to load up. They might have a rescue mission on their hands.

[Huka]

Major Domo Til 'Muramee

With a vicious snarl, Til swung his spear from one end, easily swatting one last Unggoy into the air, and watched it soar before slamming into a tree hard.

It dropped limp on the grass but no one was taken another chance of it being alive, and Reeg approached carefully before firing a few shot, jerking back as it spasmed back to life before succumbing its wounds.

Swinging his spear in his hand, the Major Domo looked around to dead Unggoy-most were the renegades- and a couple Sangheili minors.

Disgusted by this misfortune, he turned to confront 'Udentee but found the Major dead as well, a plasma wound to the side of the head.

Approaching, alongside L'sae and Igri, Til kneeled infront of the major's corspe. "One of the mad Unggoy must have killed him." L'sae said. "No, only one wounded him with its tusks, and none of them had any hand-held weapons of any kind." Igri examined.

Seeing the plasma pistol in the fallen Major's hand, Til closed his eye, and sighed, "No, he retained what little honor he had in this tragedy."

Getting to his feet, he called on everyone to gather, and checked on the survivors, even the human. Tired and wounded, the lance looked warily at their leader, waiting for his words.

"Brothers, we have lost three warriors today because this insane horde. I would personally like to eviscerate whoever did this, but this is not the time for vengeance. We will not unleash our fury upon each other, no," Til said with clicking tusks, starting to pace back to one of 'Udentee's Unggoy, a short Minor, and forth to the wheezing Glutz.
"We are to unleashed our fury and pain upon those who disrespect our holy Coven and leave nothing but their bones and relics for our grandchildren to find! I have been in the control center beyond us and found a revelation. We are govern ourself to the true path that will lead to glory and true peace. Let us walk to the future!"

Everyone roared in excitement as the human looked in confusion and fright on what is ahead.

(occ: sorry, church, had to add your lines to this)

[Deleted]

Vice Admiral Klix

"Sir, the pelican is returning to the Arizona, but they've got a package." The Comm's officer informed. "They've got a load of Covenant troops, bringing them in so we can interrogate them, seems like they where actually helping the trooper out." She added.

"Interesting," The Admiral signed. "Operations, prepare two or three teams of ten of Marines. I want the weapons seized before they even step on the deck of the Arizona. Comm's, get me that channel to the pilot."

"Yes sir," The Ops officer replied. "Comm channel open." The Comm's officer spoke seconds after.

"Delta Two-Seven, I know you have a heavy squad on that pelican. If you can, get the Marines on board to offer up everything they have. Armor, weapons... Equipment. If they don't, tell them they will not step foot on my vessel until they do. If they want to co-operate, they'll listen. If they do comply, you are cleared to land on Pelican Bay Four." The Admiral spoke, then cut the channel, keyed the \\ ALL HANDS // button and spoke.

"All hands, prepare for Covenant prisoners. All non essential crew members to the following area's: One, your personal quarters. Two, R and R areas, Cafeteria's or observation decks. Klix out."

The Comm's officer looked puzzled at the Admiral, "Expecting problems, sir?"
"No, Lieutenant. I don't want to take risks. Seal the bridge bulkhead when I'm out. X.O, you've got the bridge.

Two "Aye, sir!" responses came, as the Admiral stepped out, heard the hiss of the large bulkheads closing behind him, and made his way down to the bridge.

Sergeant Major Don Medoko
Combat Team Alpha - Counterboarding

The Sergeant slammed a fresh magazine into his MA5B, grabbed two frags and stuffed them into his ruck sake for later.

"All right! Listen up, Admiral wants us to keep our eye on Covenant troops coming into the Arizona! Get to the hanger, double time!"

With that, nineteen different troops ran out of the room, took a sharp left and towards the bridge, the Sergeant in the rear. The entire team was worried, but at the same time exited as the Arizona's counter boarding team was finally getting some action.

The Sergeant ran ahead, at nearly full sprint to get to the hanger before anyone else. He took a sharp left, then a right and went down a different corridor.

He managed to beat his teams, but only by seconds. He was already down the ladder, and pretty close to Pelican Bay four. He released his Assault Rifle, made sure a round was in the chamber, and waited.

[milostsamis]

Mattie Stroud

Mattie listened to Z intently, before gritting his teeth and nodding stiffly. "Yes ma'am." He knew before he had even made the suggestion to Z that Cox would be fine. They all knew it, but Mattie just didn't want to sit back and do nothing. He wanted to get out there and shoot something, to get the hell off of this planet. Mattie didn't like sitting around when there were enemies around, and when they were in an unknown, hostile area. Stroud's hands clenched into a brief moment before relaxing back into open palms. He grabbed the SMG that he had clipped to his belt and held it firmly in his hands. He felt better now that he had a weapon in his hand. Mattie laughed slightly, quiet enough so that no one could hear it. He knew he was the lowest of Lunar, he never had admitted it until now, but he had always known it to be true. He wasn't as tough as the others, or as brave, nor as skilled as they were. For the average ODST, he was the best, but when put up to a group of marines like these.. he was just at a loss.

He jumped slightly as static came over the COMM, only for a moment. A voice came after that, and Stroud recognized it as Foely's. Mattie wasn't too close with the major, but he had seen the man quite often during the missions that Lunar and he had shared. “Sergeant Grey.” he said, before pausing briefly. “Where the hell are you?” Mattie sat back, looking at Alex for another few moments. Things were going very fast, a little too fast for Mattie to take in. One of his squad mates was currently MIA, and another was wounded greatly, laying before him. There was nothing he could do. He was powerless. He glanced at Z without moving his head, so that his helmet still faced Alex, and he waited for his commander to respond to see how things played out from here.

[z]

Gunnery Sergeant Lucy Grey

Her head popped up when a familiar voice came over the COMM.

She waited for a moment, looking up to Mattie and Anders who were looking at her, telling her to answer in their own way she guessed.

Pressing the button on he rCOMM she spoke softly, standing and walking out into the hall and outside. "I'm here Foley... We're at the UNSC Base Camp they set up." She froze for a moment.

"One of those floating things... It ... It blew Alex's back wide open, he's in Medical." She let out a breath a few seconds later she did not even know she was holding.

"Few scratches... And some of us may need new helmets, but we walked away from our transport crashing... dunno where cox is... we were separated." Her voice was still quiet... Pained, almost. This was almost surprising coming from "Miss. Ice" as some called her. Partially from her relationship with Bowers the "Iceman" and her seemingly lack of emotions on the battlefield.

Sitting down with her back to a crate, she looked up to see two SPARTANs, and a bit farther away what looked like a Heavy Warthog full of... ONI Agents...? That was strange.

Giving a sigh she rested her head in her hands and waited. Fuck everything was screwed up...

Rakath V'keelaii

"Do as they say, Renmee, Kallmee, MimYap..." He said, loud enough for the Marines to hear. And before he stepped on to the transport he put each of his weapons in their respected places and kept his hands above his head before he stepped in, sitting across from Cox.

Renmee and Kallmee joined him, followed by MimYap. He simply sighed, seeing the weapons they had laid down now in the hands of the Marines who had stopped them, balling his hands together he rested his chin.

A crate was kicked into the center of the troop bay and one of the men said "Weapons".

Rakath looked at each of his men an nodded.

Unclipping his energy Knive Gauntlets he dropped them into the crate, followed by his dual Rifles, Energy Sword, and lastly, which took him some time to put away, the Brute Revolver.

Kallmee then loaded his Focus Rifle, Sword, Energy Knives, and a single Plasma Rifle in, followed by the assortment of Curve Blades Rakath did not even know he had on him.

Renmee tossed all of his weapons in without a second thought, then the crate came to the Grunt.

"MimYap... Give them the sword too... I Promise, it will be returned to you." Rakath stated in a monotonous voice before looking up to Cox.

"This is not a trap... Is it?"

[hollowsaber]

Major Salvatore Foely Task Force 77 Spec-OPs Platoon: Reaper Just outside UNSC FOB.

Moving with his platoon to the convoy, Foely helped one of his more heavily armed troopers load up into one of the Cougars. Two rockets and at least 6 extra shots, and that was just one of the troopers. They were always armed to the teeth. This situation was no different. Foely nodded to the man and patted him on the back before directing his Sergeants to get them all prepped on the mission. Then Grey came back.

A missing ODST, and another on the verge of being KIA. When this place opened, the mission must have went FUBAR real quick. No wonder they were told to drop their other operation for this. Now Foely understood ONI’s need for him to get there immediately.

“Cox will get back. I’ve heard some chatter about a pelican with Covenant inside. I don’t know the details, but sounded like a Trooper made some friends out there. If it’s Cox, we’ll see him once we get star-side.” Foely pulled up his Black PDA and activated the screen, looking over his roster as Lunar was placed back onto it by the Command Center below.

“For now, you’re back with me. Get to the armory, get what you need, and get up here. We’re moving out soon. Alex is out of our hands right now. I wish I could say different, but the truth is the truth. The Covenant aren’t going to stop because a friend is down.” Foely shut the PDA and looked to his Sergeants who also were listening to him, along with the rest of Reaper.

“If he’s truly Reaper, he’ll smack you for leaving him behind when we get back.” Foely looked around for one of the other commanders and caught sight of a SPARTAN approaching a Marine; Captain Jenkins. Foely put the PDA away and began his walk over to them.
“Hurry up and get top-side, Lunar. This war isn’t over yet.”

SPARTAN-090 Darek Gold Team Bravo Squad Just outside UNSC FOB

“Captain Jenkins, Sir.” Darek slowed his jog to a quick walk and moved up next to the Marine Officer.

From a distance, the Marine looked a bit shorter then he actually was. The SPARTAN almost looked eye-to-eye with the man. Though, Darek was already use to it. Unlike the others, he wasn’t a very big SPARTAN. He resorted to his head more then his body.

“Sir.” Darek popped off a crisp salute then stood almost at ease, but a bit more lax as to be ready in case of a sudden attack.
“Darek, Petty Officer Second Class, or for this operation; Bravo-One. We’ve been tasked with supporting the Marines during the operation until further notice.” Darek took a quick look around as he looked for the other SPARTAN again, then back at Jenkins.

“Any details on this OP that we should know, Sir?” Darek activated his TAC-PAD mentally, and linked a message to it, ready to enter the words of the Captain directly into a LOG for future reference.

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Captian Travis Jenkins (0-3)
Task Force 77: ABLE Company
Ground side - Field HQ

“Captain Jenkins, Sir.”

Jenkins turned his head and watched as one of the SPARTAN's from SPARTAN Gold Team jogged his way over to Jenkins and planted himself right before him, the SPARTAN gave a quick and crips salute before continuing with what he had to say.

“Darek, Petty Officer Second Class, or for this operation; Bravo-One. We’ve been tasked with supporting the Marines during the operation until further notice... Any details on this OP that we should know, Sir?”

Jenkins looked at the SPARTAN once more before looking out past him for a few seconds, he looked at his men, the vehicles and then he looked up to see the air support, a couple of rotating Longswords and he saw a Vulture team not so long ago, Jenkins then turned his head to the SPARTAN, smiled and gestured him with his head to follow.

"Well... Darek, Petty Officer Second Class or; Bravo-One... The current AO, which as of this moment is the Control Centre of this place... Is located something about thirty clicks north, north east of here, probably more than that, we have no intel about the structure except for what it looks like, it is similiar to the structure that we found dirt-side back outside the planet, but twice as big apparently and we are assuming it goes for a while underground... That is essentially the bad news, the good news, is that we know that not one of thoes Covenant SOB's have tried making a runner to the Control Room, which is why we need men up there quick and fast... Oh and Darek... When you get there make sure thoes marines and your self close a perimiter tighter than a ticks ass... Keep COM's with me open at all times and I would like reports if you run into any enemy any other sort of movement?"

Jenkins turned back to the man and nodded waiting for him to reply and fuck off before Jenkins smiled and turned back around, he then walked around the structure and climbed to the top, he looked from left to right before lowering his body to sit down on the edge of the structure, kicking his leg's over, he was sitting next to three privates one a woman the other two men.

Staff Sergeant Jason 'Iceman' Bowers
Task Force 77 - ALPHA Company
Ground side; Field HQ Waiting Orders

Jason sighed, he was sitting down in the drivers seat if a M12 Heavy Assault Warthog, with the gun's taken off so it could fit more people, he dug into his right pocket and pulled out a bag of skittles, opened them at the top before shoving some into his mouth he then placed them on the dash, Jason sighed again and leant his head back against his chair listening to a Conversation in the back fo the Warthog.

"Hey... Anyone want a charms?"

A Private said, Jason turned around in his seat and stood up, Corporal Winters who was in the back turned around aswell to look at the kid, Jason snatched the packet of charms out of the Privates hand before throwing them out of the Warthog.

"Never... Ever bring charms into this vehicle, ever again!"

He said before turning around and dropping himself into his seat, as he did Corporal Jake Winters continued his sentence.

"No one brings charms into any vehicle in the entire Marine Corps... It's bad luck" Jake sighed before muttering something else. "...Fucking new guy"

Jason leant back in his seat and looked to the radio in the centre of the Warthog he was in, he grabbed the hand held microphone that was shapped like an old style phone and put it to his head before pressing down a button to engage in TEAM-COM.

"Captain, this is Staff Sergeant Bowers... We have been waiting close for half an hour here, any word on when the last remants of the Company are going to form up and be read... Over?"

Private Dean 'Coxy' Cox
Task Force 77: Lunar Squad
En:Route toi UNSCS Arizona

"This is not a trap... Is it?"

Said Rakath across from Cox.

Cox looked over to Rakath and shrugged, he didn'[t know what to say, even then he could not say anything, so he just sighed, Cox looked at the Aliens through the hole in his helmet over his right eye, he then closed his eye's and yawned, he then pushed himself up and moved to the back of the Pelican, looking out the back he saw the Pelican had gained alot of altitude, Cox was then interrupted from his thoughts from the Captains Voice.

"Hold on Marines, we're coming into hanger bay Four" Said the pilot.

"Affirmative"

Replied one of the marines, the Captain of the Pelican then linked up with the Admiral of the UNSCS Arizona.

"Admiral Klix... This is Delta-Two-Seven, we are coming into Hanger Bay Four... We will then proceed to escorting the Covenant to the brig, over?"

Cox held onto one of the roof straps as the Pelican did a 180 spin and landed down in the Hanger, Cox gripped tight and once the Pelican touched down he jumped out the back, he walked ten meters away from the Pelican and than watched as a couple of squads rounded up the Aliens and escorted them to the Brig, Cox walked close behind the aliens with the other Marines until they reached the Brig, once the Aliens and Marines made it to the Brig, the Aliens were stripped of their armor and equipment and then put into seperate cells, Cox sat down on a bench that was right infront of Rakath's cell.